horizontal line, and then dropping them again into the position of nature.
"Whist! whist!" said Natty, in a low voice, on hearing a slight sound made by Elizabeth, in bending over the side of the canoe, in eager curiosity; "'tis a sceary animal, and it's a far stroke for a spear. My handle is but fourteen foot, and the Greater lies at a good eighteen from the top of the water; but I'll try him, for he's a ten-pounder."
While speaking, the Leather-stocking was poising and directing his weapon. Elizabeth saw the bright, polished tines, as they slowly and silently entered the water, where the refraction pointed them many degrees from the true direction to the fish; and she thought that the intended victim saw them also, as he seemed to increase the play of his tail and fins, though without moving his station. At the next instant, the tall body of Natty bent to the water's edge, and the handle of his spear disappeared in the lake. The long, dark streak of the gliding weapon, and the little bubbling vortex, which followed its rapid flight, were easily to be seen; but it was not until the handle shot again high into the air, by its own re-action, and its master, catching it in his hand, threw its tines uppermost, that Elizabeth was acquainted with the success of the blow. A fish of great size was transfixed by the barbed steel, and was very soon shaken from its impaled situation into the bottom of the canoe.
"That will do, John," said Natty, raising his prize by one of his fingers, and exhibiting it be fore the torch; "enough is as good as a feast; I shall not strike another blow to-night."
The Indian again waved his hand, and replied with the simple and energetic monosyllable of,—
"Good."
